Sneak

Sneak, don't speak,

they're watching you tonight.

They'll crawl into your bed,

and sleep with you tonight.

Please don't be afraid,

they feed on fear and hate.

Leave, leave,

they'll come for you one night.

They may not want you now,

but soon you'll be just right.

Reviews

[Misery]

An intriguing passage, dear poet. May I ask of your inspiration for this poem?

[Dana Ferguson]

I tried to mix together the concept of demons and ghosts, and how time is of the essence when dealing with such spirits. Thank you for the compliment.

[Misery]

You are surely welcome.